Marvel: Rise of the Ultimate AI
Chapter 192: Finally, a Real Fight

Chapter 192: Finally, a Real Fight

Ever since injecting himself with Hulk’s blood, Blonsky had never felt more powerful. The surge of strength coursing through his body had ma

Ever since injecting himself with Hulk’s blood, Blonsky had never felt more powerful. The surge of strength coursing through his body had ma

Ever since injecting himself with Hulk’s blood, Blonsky had never felt more powerful. The surge of strength coursing through his body had ma

Ever since injecting himself with Hulk’s blood, Blonsky had never felt more powerful.

The surge of strength coursing through his body had made his blood boil with excitement. For the first time, he looked down on ordinary humans like they were nothing more than ants beneath his boots.

And the truth? He wasn’t wrong.

During his battle against General Ross’s forces, Blonsky had performed like a god of war descending from the heavens. Rocket launchers and machine gun fire bounced off his body like pebbles thrown at a tank. The once-formidable armored vehicles, terrifying to regular soldiers, crumpled in his grip like children’s toys. The machine gun bullets that rained on him like a metallic storm left no more than a scratch.

He was invincible—until he showed up.

Hulk.

His lifelong rival descended from the sky like a green meteor and beat him half to death.

Crushed, humiliated, and ultimately captured, Blonsky was dragged back by a disappointed General Ross and tossed into a metal cage—this very prison cell.

Now, inside his mechanical restraints, a thick steel pipeline was impaled directly into his spine. It continuously pumped suppressants into his bloodstream, neutralizing his devastating strength every second of every day.

But if—just if—those drugs stopped flowing for even a moment...

He would tear this entire prison to the ground.

"Colonel Blonsky," Baron Zemo’s voice rang out from the wall as if he might step right out of it, "I’ve always admired your military prowess. And more importantly... your potential."

The Abomination let out a guttural breath but said nothing.

"Someone like you," Zemo continued, his tone icy but reverent, "should have carved his legend into the annals of history. You shouldn’t be left to rot in this forgotten cell like a discarded weapon. No... someone like you should be feared. Respected. Worshipped."

"And I, Baron Zemo, can make that happen."

"I can free you from this wretched prison. Let you reclaim everything that was stolen from you—and more. You could have power that even the old you never dared to dream of."

Zemo leaned in closer on the screen, eyes locked onto Abomination’s yellow gaze.

"All I need is your answer. Join me, and I’ll get you out of this hellhole. Right now."

"I know you can’t speak. So just blink—once—if you agree."

Without a moment’s hesitation, the Abomination blinked.

No hesitation. No second thoughts.

He’d had enough of this place.

It didn’t matter who was offering him a way out. If it meant freedom, he would take it.

"Excellent," Zemo nodded, then made a small hand gesture off-screen.

Seconds later, Blonsky felt the pipe in his spine begin to shift.

Whirring mechanical sounds filled the air.

It was as if an invisible hand reached into his back and yanked the steel conduit out with a violent jerk.

A geyser of blood sprayed from his spine.

But before the blood had even hit the floor, his monstrous regenerative ability kicked in. In just seconds, the wound sealed itself, and his long-suppressed power came surging back—like a tsunami behind a crumbling dam.

The Abomination... had returned.

His blood roared in his veins like a tidal wave.

His muscles trembled, not from weakness, but from power. Rage burned in his chest like a wildfire, ready to consume everything in its path.

The metal restraints that once held him trembled.

He roared—a sound like thunder exploding from his throat.

With a flex of his arms, muscle ripped against steel.

The metal shackles screamed in protest... and snapped.

After so many years, he could finally move. Could finally stretch his arms wide—and roar at the sky.

Sirens blared.

The harsh sound of an emergency alert echoed across Prison Island.

Red lights flooded the corridors.

A monster once known as Colonel Emil Blonsky, now feared as the Abomination, had escaped.

And he was climbing—fast—from the deepest cell to the surface.

Nothing could stop him.

The supposedly indestructible walls—designed to withstand ICBM strikes—crumbled under his punches like wet cardboard. Security doors shattered like glass under a wrecking ball. In a blur of motion, he punched through the last reinforced barrier and emerged into the open.

A battalion of soldiers clad in advanced exoskeletons waited for him.

They raised their Mason Industries energy weapons—cutting-edge tech designed to put down even super-powered inmates.

Any ordinary enhanced criminal would have stopped in fear.

But not Abomination.

He was no longer "enhanced."

He had evolved—into the apex predator.

The automated turrets locked on and fired. Explosions lit up the sky like fireworks. A storm of fire and steel rained down on him. The air shimmered with heat and chaos.

And at the center of it all—Abomination stood, laughing.

Laughing.

The scent of gunpowder.

The roar of explosions.

The chorus of screams.

It was the symphony he craved.

It was glorious.

He tore through the automatic cannons like they were twigs. Ripped armored soldiers in half with his bare hands. Slammed bodies into the walls until they burst.

Every step he took crushed concrete beneath his feet.

And finally, at the main gate of Prison Island—

A few titanic punches.

A groan of bending metal.

The final door shattered.

He stepped outside.

The salty ocean breeze rushed into his lungs.

He raised his arms wide and let out a triumphant howl—one that echoed across the sea.

Behind him, the once-impenetrable fortress lay in ruins.

Smoke curled from busted turrets and shattered floors.

Sparks popped from broken machines.

Bodies lay scattered in pools of oil and blood.

The courtyard looked like it had been hit by a category-five hurricane.

Thunder rumbled.

Clouds rolled across the night sky.

And the Abomination—his eyes burning—grinned savagely as he looked up at the heavens.

"Finally... a real fight."

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